Friday, January 7, 2011

<{cold horizons}-{two}>

abiding in the contemplative silence of what it means for me to love within my own reach to walk beside the fearsome death loitering in the foreground of all our unspoken queries as we sense the gaze to live & breathe alongside those who live & breathe in that long lonesome wait for the clapping praise that never seems to come - one good word can carry a woman thru fire can raise a man above the treeline how seldom we are free of it keeping silence I hear it so loud in me silence is for the brave or maybe the ignorant - i am neither

the static when it settles - what fortress does He hold out for me that I’ve not yet reached for - not begun to grasp what refuge reserved what rest?

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